He talks about women, his life, Luc Besson, Duras and the profession of winegrower. He is the greatest French actor. Jean-François Josselin met him in the United States, on the set of Peter Weir’s next film.
New York at the corner of Tenth Avenue and 54th Street, a film studio. Dusty bric-a-brac, crossed by gentlemen and ladies who never stop drinking coffee. A tinny ringing. A young woman shouts: “Camera rolling! » A man’s voice answers: ” Stock ! » The light springs from a dozen projectors. And suddenly, there he is. Not Cyrano for a penny. Rejuvenated, slimmed down, with the beautiful canaille air of the time of the “Valseuses”. Gérard Depardieu began a second career, this time international, with the Australian Peter Weir (“Witness”, “The Circle of Missing Poets”). Their film is called “Green Card” – like the famous green card that allows foreigners to work in America. “Dipardipiou”, they already recognize him, thanks among other things to the ” Return of Martin Guerre »which was a hit coast to coast. They like him, Depardieu, they stop him in the street, they pat him on the back, they adopted him. And it’s true, this fawn full of sweetness and childhood seems cut out for the great outdoors. It is turbulent and modern, tumultuous and refined. He has a deep look and a tender voice. And when he speaks, Gérard, the one who is our chance in Cannes today, we are, of course, under the spell.
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